We are officially on our way to Dallas. Conor is driving there with all of our stuff as I type this and I am sitting pretty (and cozy) at my parents house waiting for him to get our new little house set up. I always know moving is going to be hard but it's funny the way tears creep up on you and you find yourself crying over something you didn't even realize you would miss. Thursday we had one last beach day. Conor surfed with his best friend Wilson while I ate my favorite breakfast burrito on the beach and Henry munched on some sand. It was warm and I could tell the boys were having a lot of fun. It was a great day to say goodbye to the Pacific Ocean ... for now.